The unbearable moist heat. Engulfing my head. Can’t breathe.

“Are we all feeling brave?” she coos.

A few nervous laughs somewhere. Can’t see. Can feel; pulse throbbing in my temples, rubber against my skin.

“I hope you are,” she purrs.

I struggle, my hands are strapped. Cord burns my wrists.

“Because I sense something…?”

“SPOO-KEE,” the audience cheer.

A light slams on. Can see the vague outlines of dozens of heads. Shadows. An excited scream. I wonder what I’m dressed as.

First rock cracks me on the chin. Blinding pain. I yell. Second knocks me out.


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